I
Months had passed since Steve's visit to Wales. The weekend with Alice and her sadistic girlfriend had passed in a blur of anxiety and lust, ending abruptly when Kate had practically dragged him back to the train station. It had left him with a handful of very exciting memories, but it already seemed almost like a dream.
The return home had also meant a return to normality: work, chores, and errands. He kept busy, of course, but his house seemed more empty than ever by comparison. As Kate had predicted, Alice had been slow to return his e-mails. Clearly embarrassed and remorseful over her humiliating final day with him, it took a month for her to return to her regular chatty self. Afterwards the cheeky brunette was back to flirting with him, reliving their mutual adventure, but she steered clear of any suggestion that he might be invited back. She was working hard on her business, focusing on her relationship with Kate, being a sensible adult.
For his part, Steve found himself torn between wanting to move on and wanting to return. He took on extra responsibilities at work, often working overnight on new presentations. He even started dating again, with limited success. His last serious relationship had ended just before the visit to Alice and he wasn't enthusiastic about diving back in. Even when he did feel a spark, it was impossible not to find his dates boring by comparison.
He wanted to see Alice again, but she was clearly afraid of her own urges. He didn't blame her for that, he knew how desperately she wanted to be degraded. After being gaped by a cucumber, bound over her kitchen table, and fucked in the ass for the first time, her appetites were only going to get more self-destructive. Maybe it wasn't just fear. She was always looking for the next new thing, and he was no longer an exciting stranger to pin her fantasies on. Maybe Alice had moved on from him.
Steve looked at his computer thoughtfully. He wasn't completely out of options. Maybe it was time to invoke a higher power.
Kate called him two days later. The icy blonde's tone was cold at first, drifting into lazy amusement as he found himself confessing to his desires. She let a long silence hang between them before finally answering. "Send me a photo. Full frontal, show your face. Hold up a sign saying 'I'm a Desperate Stalker. My Life is in Kate's Hands Now.'" He started to say that he couldn't possibly do that, but she cut him off. "You have 5 minutes. If I don't get it, you'll never talk to her again." The line went dead.
Steve leaned back in his chair, sucking in a deep breath. He could feel blood rushing to his face and his cock simultaneously. He should have expected this. Show even a hint of weakness to Kate and she'd exploit it mercilessly. He couldn't do it. He shouldn't do it. He'd have to be insane to give her that kind of blackmail material.
4 Minutes...
Oh, God.
When he reached for the marker pen it felt like someone else was piloting his body.
A week later, Alice sent him another train ticket.
II
The platform had been busier this time, the summer sun drawing tourists to the beautiful seaside town. Steve set his bag down and looked around for his hosts, butterflies tickling his stomach. It was a thrill to be back. He felt a tent forming in his pants and quickly clasped his hands together in front of it, trying to look casual. For the fifth time that day, he wondered what the hell he was doing with his life.
Alice suddenly appeared in front of him, emerging from behind a pair of tall hikers with military-looking backpacks. She was wearing a short white summer dress, more tanned than he remembered and sporting slightly longer hair. Her smile lit up her whole face, making everything else fade into the background. The little brunette slammed into him with a hug so fierce that it made him stagger back a step, pressing her face into his chest. She held onto it for a long time, pressed against his now uncontrollable erection.
Putting his arms around her, Steve breathed in the scent of her hair, dimly noting the smiles on the faces of some older women nearby. A pair of lovebirds reunited on a train platform. It couldn't be more romantic. Just as well they didn't know the whole story, he thought. A little premonition of danger rippled through him and his distracted gaze wandered past them, focusing on a blonde leaning against the entry gate. Kate smiled coolly at him, making a rude gesture with her hand, then impatiently beckoned him over.
Best not to keep her waiting. He had to carry his bag with one hand and half-carry Alice with the other arm, since she showed no inclination to release him from the hug.
"Took you long enough to contact me," Kate said. "I was wondering when you'd show some initiative."
"I didn't want to push her if she wasn't ready," Steve explained, looking at Alice. She smiled back up at him, giving him a kiss on the lips.
"Pussy," Kate laughed. "Alice, tell Steve what you told me."
Alice looked around guiltily and blushed. "Not here, we can talk back at the house."
The blonde gave a long-suffering sigh. "Steve, pick her up. I'll take your bag."
Alice gave a little yelp as he swept her up in a princess carry, but looped her arms around his neck, allowing him to carry her across the small car park. "I've missed you," she whispered.
He felt his heart skip a beat and bent his neck to return her kiss, but Kate's hand suddenly gripped his belt and yanked him away from the car. "We're not leaving yet, take her into those bushes." Steve let her guide him into the thick greenery bordering the train station's fence. They disappeared into the foliage, barely thick enough to conceal them from the people waiting nearby.
Alice quickly issued a stream of hushed complaints, trying to turn Steve back to the car, but Kate overruled her. Following the blonde's instructions, Steve set Alice down on her knees in the dirt. He looked around again, uncomfortably aware of how close they were to other people. The bushes formed an imperfect screen, opaque in some places but providing more of a filtering effect in others. If someone approached from the wrong angle, they'd see the blurred forms of three people.
"Kate," Steve said gently, "maybe we shouldn't be doing this here."
Kate ignored him, tapping at her phone and raising it to show them both the picture he'd sent her. Alice giggled despite her own discomfort.
"I'm sure you remember this," Kate purred. "If you're ready to have it distributed to your employer and family, then now's the time to tell me. If not, you'll be doing what you're told from now on. If I want to fuck your ass in these bushes, you'll bend over and beg for it. If I want your fucking bank details, then you'll be handing them over. What will it be?"
Steve felt his face go red again, fear and lust competing in his body, making his nerves tingle wildly. Alice went silent, looking between the two of them with wide eyes. Kate's pale eyes met his, her beautiful face plastered with her trademark smirk.
"I'll do what I'm told," he mumbled.
"Be a good boy and I'll be good to you," Kate promised, reaching out to squeeze his erection. "Except when I want to hurt you. Make my little girl very happy and I might not ruin your life."
Steve moaned, his cock twitching painfully in her hand. He was vaguely aware of Alice looking up at her girlfriend with a look of idiot adoration. He wasn't going to get any help from that quarter. "I'm yours, Kate," he whispered, "I'll do anything for you."
That was apparently the correct answer, because Kate released her hold on him and turned to Alice. "I gave you an order. Tell Steve what you told me."
